Red: Sweet Torture

I woke up with a pounding pain in my head. I held my temples as I sat up and narrowed my eyes as I looked around the room.

"Ugh!" I croaked.

I heaved a sigh and slump back into my bed as I closed my eyes recalling what happened earlier. I groaned as his face flashed at my mind and I felt my temper building up. Shit! I just woke up and that guy's face first pops up in my head.

I closed my eyes and ruffled my hair furiously as I growled. But as I closed my eyes again that guy's fair skin flashed before meas I trace them to his lips. His lips where between pink and red that I just want to - then I felt my stomach churn.

"Fuck!" I cursed as I sprint towards the bathroom in a matter of seconds before throwing up in the sink. I opened the faucet and let the water wash out my lunch.

I grabbed a towel as I dried my face and threw it at the chair near the bathroom door. I immediately stripped down to my boxers as I scanned through my dresser for a black death metal shirt and a pair of shorts. I wore them before leaving my room as I caught a whiff of something delicious.

I went down to the kitchen on the first floor and saw my mom making some sweet and sour pork. I pulled out a bottle of beer from the fridge and pop the cap open.

"Blake Dmitri Fang!" My mom yelled as she placed her hands are on her hips and her face stern. "Why are you drinking beer this early?"

I smiled at her as I approached her and gave her a quick peck on her cheek. "Just 1 bottle momma." I gave her a pout and the puppy dog eyes that she can't resist. She rolled her eyes and went back to her cooking.

"Just 1 bottle." She said as she continued to stir.

"Just 1. I promise." I replied before gulping down the bittersweet liquor. I took a seat at the kitchen counter and pulled a sports magazine on the file stock and started to read.

"Are you alright son?" My mom asked suddenly. I bat an eye as I peeked at her from my magazine.

I shrugged. "I'm OK ma." And I took another swish from my beer as I don't like to continue where this conversation is going to.

"Is that so." She paused for awhile as she heaved a sigh. "Frank brought you home along with your father's guards. I thought something happened since you were unconscious."

I gritted my teeth and growled. My mom looked at me with concern.

"I'm fine ma. I just...want to cut school. That's all." I lied as I don't want her to worry much. She was to speak but decided not to as she poured the pork into the bowl. I took another gulp and emptied my bottle. I stood up and was about to leave when I heard my mom called me.

"Oh, before I forget. Your father wants us at dinner tonight." She said as I groaned.

"Can't ma. I have...uhm...practice." I place the bottle in the waste basket.

"Blake, it's already rare of your father to want us to be eating dinner with him. I suggest you should try and be nice for once." She said before looking at me hopefully.

God! I'm such a wuss. I nod my head in agreement and I saw my mom smile brightly. I gave her a forced smile before heading up stairs.

"Oh! And he's bringing someone over. So dress well!" She yelled as I went upstairs. Fantastic! I get to eat dinner with the devil and his friends. I hate my life already.

I slammed my door and ran my fingers through my hair. This day couldn't get any worse. My thoughts ran back to that guy with the green hoodie jacket and again I felt myself getting frustrated at him. I cursed under my breath as I shook the idea off my head.

How could one person piss you off instantly at the first meeting. Yeah, he bumped me and so I guess. Ugh! Why do I get worked up whenever I get to think of that guy. I should have took another beer while I'm at it. I kicked the nearest object which happens to be a 10 ton barbel.

Shit! The pain shot through my body was indescribable. I bit my lips as I drop on the floor. Mental note. Don't throw a fuss if your in your room. Shit.

As I grimace in pain, the door of my room opened and Frank entered with a bowl of popcorn and chips meshed up. He looked at me crouched on my bed with my foot on hand. He raised a questioning brow at me.

"Should I be worried?" Frank asked as he continued to munch on his snack.

I glared at him as I tried to sit up. Thank god the pain is subsiding. I carefully lower my foot on the floor as I looked at Frank with a scowl on my face.

"Why the hell are you here?" I shot him another mock tone as he continued to dig his hands inside his bowl. "Aren't you supposed to be at school or doing something?"

"The Alpha said I should watch you and not let you leave the pack grounds " He said with his mouth full as I shot him a questioning look. "Something about dinner or something."

I groaned. That old tyrant always bossing me around. I ran my hand over my hair snatched my phone and skim through my phone book. Hell if I'm not going going out then might as well get my rocks off. I dialed some random girls that I have one night stands and demanded them to come and relieve me.

Frank fake gagged at my calls and I shot him a threatening glare. This is a hell week for me and my freaking arousal and my wolf lust is getting stronger every passing year! Fuck! I'm royally screwed. I need to find my mate before I go rape everything that moves.

Frank shifted suspiciously after I made the call. "What's the matter with you?" I asked my tone bored. He just lifted his face and his cheeks were flustered red.

"Shi-shit Blake." Frank gritted. "Your arousal is rubbing on me. I feel uncomfortable."

My eyes shot open wide as he writ uncomfortably at his chair. I cussed under my breath as I stood up and dragged a disgruntled Frank outside the room.

"Out!" I yelled and slammed the door shut, locking the door. I pressed my back against the door and sat down on the cold floor.

I buried my face under my arms and groaned. What a great time! If I could get a guy like Frank to be uncomfortable like that means I'm getting worse. Shit! Fantastic I'd probably rape any girl to death now! I flipped my phone and texted all the girls I called a minute earlier to cancel the - date. I groaned as I sent the last message as I was too depressed to call each one.

The tent in my shorts were driving me insane. My arousal should be noticed by the whole mansion by now!

"Blake honey. Are you alright?" My mom called thus proving my suspicion. "Honey is everything alright?"

I heard her knock on the door but I'm too tired to answer.

"Uhm."

"I know you're in there Blake. Frank told me." My mom said gently with concern in her voice. "I could feel your uhm frustration from across the kitchen just now..." She paused waiting for me to respond.

"M'fine ma." I half whispered.

"Oh. Are you sure son? I could tell your father you're not feeling well." She continued.

I thought about it but knowing that man he'll just find this as another disappointing excuse to add to my long list of my sorry excuse for a son disappointing list.

"I'm fine ma. I'll just relieve myself - now." God that sounded lame for an excuse.

"OK. I'll just leave you alone now to take care of your erm business." Mom said as she started to walk away from the door. "And Blake..." She whispered softly. " ... try be more less subtle when you do it. I don't want to call the doctor next time you did stuff."

I felt my cheeks heat up as I continued to bury my face further down my arms. Hiding my embarrassment from her constant and unnecessary outbursts.

"K." I shot back so low and full of shame.

I don't know how long I was moping there on the floor but when I did decide to go hit the showers to relieve myself it was already 5:30 in the afternoon. I stripped down and turned the shower on. The cold water hit my skin as I shivered at the icy touch but despite the sudden drop in body temperature my rod stood rigid and proud as ever. I better get this done before my old man can sense my arousal. The warm skin of my hand grasp my girth and I let a low moan as I continue to stroke. I gritted my teeth as I felt pleasure spark throughout every vein in my body. Started slowly and then fast with constant paused strokes made we shiver from my touch but not enough to give a release.

I gave a low growl of disappointment like my past jerk off sessions. I get to beat myself for a release that it hurt. Think about girls, naked girls Blake. Big breasts uhm. I felt the the heat on my rod I continue to stroke it furiously but damn! I'm not even close.

I was about to give up, a scent then caught my nose and instantly I exploded on the tiles of the shower stall. My knees felt like jelly that I felt on the cold floor still spamming out as I continued to shoot ropes after ropes of semen. Shit!

My breath was now starting to even as my rod now softens as a visible puddle of white liquid formed in front of me. Looks like I emptied my balls just now and I was just relieved. Ecstatic even. I can't remember the last time I felt this satisfied when I touch myself. It was pure bliss especially with that smell.

But reality then brought me back to my senses. I just got off by that smell and it was quite familiar. And not soon after, I caught a whiff of that familiar smell and made my manhood jerk for joy. I cussed at the effect this smell could do to me.

I continued to remember who's this smell came from but none of the girls I've been with or I've came in contact came close. That leaves the guys and I shudder immediately as I soften instantly.

I stood up and continued to dry myself as I brush that idea off my head but as soon as I exited the bathroom the smell became strong. And with a blink of an eye a large tent formed under my towel. I groaned and continued not to think of a guy. Stop Blake don't even think about it.

I continued to dress as my mom called telling me my father arrived with his guest. I rolled my eyes as I said that I would be down in a minute. Shit! I can't jerk this one out so I chose to wear my khaki baggy pants and a very loose red shirt. I threw in my black leather jacket over my shoulder and smeared my cologne over my body. In hopes of masking my scent and more important my arousal.

"Blake!" My mom called again quite irritated.

"Coming ma!" I yelled back as I went down the stairs and to my disappointment the scent was beginning to get stronger.

Maybe father's guest is my mate. Shit! I hope she's hot and not some all hag. Shit! I will out front decline if she's much older or even come close to my mom's age.

My practically ran down the stairs and caught my mom with a bouquet of white lilies on her hand. I shrugged as it probably from my dad but then again dad don't usually give mom flowers. I approached her and kissed her cheek.

"Good you're here Blake." My mom said after she pat lovingly at my cheek. "I want you meet the young gentleman that brought your mother this lovely flowers." She cooed as she shoved me towards the living room.

Wait a minute! Gentleman? A dude is my - Shit! I begun to churn once more and the scent isn't helping. In fact it was stronger now as I hear footstep approaching.

"Are you alright Blake? You look pale son." My mom rubbed my back as she asked me worriedly.

I was about to reply as a tall young man about my age appeared with my father by his side. My eyes widen as I looked at the person's white blonde hair that was neatly combed backwards. The strong jawline and the perfect nose. Shit!

I felt begun to barf but held it back. I felt disgusted yet for some reason I was still so much aroused. And when my blazing red eyes landed on his cold green ones I felt I just came over my pants.

"You!" I spat hatefully.

A playful smirk ran across his pink kissable lips as I felt my cheeks flared up for some reason I can't pin on.

"Hi!" He greeted me and this time his voice was strong and huskily, full of authority yet with gentleness.

Shit! I think I just came once again.